Thoughts dictate our actions.
Not a big deal, right? Control our thoughts – control our actions. Simple enough.
Can I get an L to the O to the L on that one? Easier said than done.
Just bumped into my buddy “Sam” (since I didn’t ask if I could write about him) at the grocery store. Dude had a huge smile on his face, as usual. Sam is a towering guy – 6’+, huge shoulders, bald melon and a beard one only finds in Oregon. Successful real estate guy, grinnin’ from ear to ear when I said “hey stud”.
We talked, and the tone of his voice is the kind that leads soldiers into battle and quarterbacks into Super Bowls. Positive. Upbeat. Fearless.
You know how sometimes a casual conversation can lead to something more? We went to that place. The place where for whatever reason, the guard was down and we didn’t really care who was around us.
Sam lost his mom a few months back. Crazy case of cancer that went through her quickly and took her all too soon. It was easy to see from his body posture and facial authenticity that he really, really, loved his mom. If you only heard him speak a few sentences about her you would know that she was a remarkable woman.
“But”, he said, “I’m thankful it was quick. She didn’t suffer for long”.
He is still hurting. That’s ok. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that’s good. We don’t want to be immune from reality. But we also don’t want our hurt to overcome our potential and purpose.
Why does this belong on a blog of a guy with kidney disease? Because mindset. That’s why. We need more “Sam’s”. All of us. It’s been said that if you want to fly with the eagles, you can’t hang with the turkeys. Sam is an eagle.
Knuckle bump, Sam. You’re my hero of the day.